Computer Master

Chapter 3: Breaking Point

The next day, a small package arrived. Inside was a remote-control butt plug and a note containing a QR Code: "Download the app to your phone. It will give me full control of the vibration settings. Insert the plug-in front of the camera."

James's stomach churned with dread as he scanned the QR code and downloaded the app. The reality of his situation felt suffocating. He stood before the webcam, holding the plug, and shouted at the PC, "I won't do this! You can't make me!"

A notification from the app buzzed: "Reminder of what I can do." Attached was a collage of the deepfake images, each more compromising than the last. James's defiance crumbled.

His hands shook as he prepared the plug. Taking some lube from his bathroom, he lubricated it, the cold, smooth surface was a stark contrast to his flushed skin. He turned his back to the camera, bending over slightly, he lowered his jeans and slowly inserted the plug. The sensation was foreign and deeply humiliating.

Once it was in place, the app on his phone buzzed again: "Good girl, Jessica. Now, continue your heel-walking training. This time, with the plug in."

James felt the vibrations start with a jump, he realized that it must be controlled remotely by Master.

He sat on the couch and tried to ignore the new invading sensations as he fumbled to put his heels back on, it was already overwhelming by the time he got the heels on again and stood to his feet. Each step was now a mix of pain from his sore feet and the invasive sensation of the vibrating plug. He resumed his walk around the apartment, swaying his hips as instructed, each movement a reminder of his complete submission.

Every stumble and misstep were met with an increase in the plug's intensity, a cruel reminder of Master's control. By the end of the session, James was sweating and trembling, his feet and dignity in tatters.

Another email arrived: "Better, Jessica. But you still have a long way to go. Expect more instructions tomorrow."

James collapsed onto his bed, the exhaustion overwhelming him. The plug still buzzed intermittently, a constant reminder of his subjugation. He slipped off the heels and removed the plug, hoping for a moment of respite. Almost immediately, his phone buzzed with a notification from Master: "Jessica, the plug and your heels are to be worn at all times from now unless otherwise instructed. The plug has a sensor, so I will know if you remove it. Noncompliance will result in severe punishment. Use some more lubricant for your comfort and reinsert it in front of the webcam."

James sighed in defeat, the reality of his situation crushing him. He went to the bathroom to get some lube, but before he could take a step, another message appeared: "Don't forget your heels, Jessica."

Cursing under his breath, James slipped the black ankle-strap heels back on, feeling the familiar sinking feeling of humiliation as his trembling legs teetered on the high heels. He retrieved the lube and returned to his bedroom, the webcam's light blinking ominously, a constant reminder of Master's watchful eye.

Reluctantly, he stood before the camera, his body tense with shame and embarrassment. The smell of the lubricant filled the room, its artificial smell somehow making James feel even more disgusted with himself as he coated the plug with a thick layer. He hesitated before bending over, knowing what was to come, then began feeling an intense mixture of fear and excitement course through him. As he slowly bent over and began to reinsert it.

As soon as it was in place, the vibrations intensified, and the intense vibrations immediately took hold of his senses. A moan escaped his lips involuntarily, betraying his inner turmoil of wanting this pleasure but also hating himself for it. His face flushed with embarrassment and anger at himself for such a reaction.